I would wrap you all
in a blanket of love,
that renowned fabric
that is cool in heat,
and mother-bosom warm
in winter.
Nothing else
would I want more
than spend hours
watching you breath,
innocent sleep
in unison and sync.
Love is truly a stream,
but in me, it's a dammed river.
Maybe I want to play furry god,
because so many others
are playing torture angels.
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